Tim Jon
By Tim Jon I wish I’d had time to make the complete circuit around that lake with the little wooded point and the geysers, happily spraying their morning mist for all to enjoy – but I cut my walk short, and I believe that – except for a sleepy bittern snoozing in a side channel…
By Tim Jon It’s the same place, yet it’s a completely different place; it’s a bit of the forest primeval, and still, it’s a new beginning for swaths of new trees. Really. “So – has Tim Jon finally, completely lost it?” Well, I won’t answer that question, but I will stand behind my first sentence.…
By Tim Jon “What is it, exactly? … I mean, it must be something concrete – something to be weighed, measured, described, somehow quantified… or perhaps, qualified, to satisfy this nagging interest?” Well, I was going over this very question – this complicated, yet simple, inquiry as to just why in the heck I push…
By Tim Jon Mostly, I remember the diffuse quality of the sunlight coming in at strange, surprising angles; the early morning and quick changes in elevation can do that to you: am I going up or down, or are we ‘on the level’ here? Yet another not-for-the-faint-of-heart country roads in Loudoun County; you’d think by…
By Tim Jon You know, at the time of this writing, I’ve lived in Loudoun County, Virginia for almost a quarter of a century, and I still encounter surprising, unexpected experiences in places into which I’ve previously never ventured; there were a lot of those kinds of moments as I made my way (by means…
By Tim Jon In an odd sort of way (or maybe not) it reminded me of Central Park in New York City; having traipsed around that popular acreage many times in days gone by, I guess I’d internalized the character of the landscape for some future use. Well, in mulling over my literary possibilities for…
Just like nothing (else) on earth By Tim Jon This time, my bench was gone; the one landmark I rested my memory upon all these years had disappeared, but much of the physical reliquary remained as I’d been picturing (and feeling) it in the intervening time. I used to visit this site long before even…
By Tim Jon I would have thought – and felt – that I’d have paid homage to this little, iconic Town long before this point in this (by-now) quite lengthy series of local ‘adventure’ stories; it has served as my home, location for the subject matter of numerous news events covered in my previous ‘lifetime,’…
Just Like Nothing (else) on Earth By Tim Jon I remember feeling this way on several other occasions, as I’d prep myself to dive headlong into descriptive prose on the character of some particular (only partially-discovered, not to say unpopular) local gem; it may be its unique geography, architecture, historic significance, natural preservation, or even…
By Tim Jon A remote place with general seclusion, abundant wildlife, mature trees grown into twisted silhouettes, a memorable, historic place of worship, and distinctive private residences: of course I recall all these particulars, but most of all, it was that tunnel-like passage I traveled down to see the whole thing. Tankerville Road in Northern…